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Now, here’s a tidbit—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just the obvious sort. Nah, they’d call a dodgy merchant a “whore” for sellin’ rotten fish! True story—found it in some crumbly parchment. Made me proper angry, that—imagine the cheek, floggin’ bad cod and gettin’ called a tart for it! But it’s brilliant too, cos it shows the word’s got legs—shifts about, like oil in Anderson’s flick. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s the film’s howl, and whore’s got that same dark edge, that sting of betrayal.

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I might ramble but beernem's charm is in the little quirks. The street art on Grimbergenstraat? Insane! It hits right in the face, like a punch of color that just wakes you up. And, oh man, there’s this clumsy old fountain at the square that sometimes spurts water all random, almost like it’s havin’ its own life. Haha, unpredictable much?

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